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THE GAMBLER

★★★★

Coronet Theatre

THE GAMBLER

Coronet Theatre

★★★★

“a vital and dramatic production that draws us out of our comfort zone”

Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote his short novel, ‘The Gambler’, under pressure to repay gambling debts. Originally set in a hotel and casino in an unnamed German city, the themes inevitably reflect his own life and his own addiction to roulette. He even bet the publishing rights of all his past and future works, wagering that he would complete the novel within thirty days. He did manage to finish the book in time, but the success of this particular gamble shouldn’t detract from his powerfully cautionary tale.

Criticised for being rushed out and for not being as polished as his major works, it was also lauded for its honest description of addiction, focusing on repetition and loops of behaviour. This is the core that the Kyoto based company, Chiten Theatre, have grasped on for their unique and intensely stylised interpretation of the story. To reap the full benefit of this production, there are two bits of homework to do: become familiar with the synopsis and brush up a little on Japanese culture and its social fabric. The former is easy – it’s a short novel but failing that there are plenty of summaries on the internet. What is more difficult, however, is understanding and adopting the mindset of the creators of this piece of theatre. But once achieved, one’s enjoyment of the show intensifies immeasurably.

All things aside, director Motoi Miura’s staging is visually stunning. Itaru Sugiyama’s set is a roulette wheel that revolves while the ensemble cast are grouped around a table at its centre. As it turns, they break away, moving with choreographed precision. Sometimes it is beautifully fluid, sometimes bizarrely jagged. The entire show is underscored by the pulsing sounds of experimental rock trio, ‘kukangendai’. It appears fragmented and chaotic, yet we sense that there is some sort of purpose. The actors seldom speak to each other, instead addressing the audience. In Japanese, the surtitles are like soundbites. Some are more poignant than others, but all are quite pertinent. Translated by Ikuo Kameyama, we are given a sense of the story, and I guess it is up to our emotions to fill in the rest.

The main problem is that there is a lot of sensory overload. Repetition is key – but it has been taken to its extreme. The delivery is a high decibel monotone and the constant banging of the table to punctuate the lines eventually grates. We do see the various personalities, however. Takahide Akimoto stands out as the central figure, Alexei, consumed by his gambling and also consumed by the opposing feelings of anger and resignation his addiction triggers. Midori Aioi is charismatic as love interest Polina, displaying a cool detachment towards Alexei. Satoko Abe as ‘Grandmother’ – the wealthy, elderly aunt who loses her fortune – injects some much-needed humour into the piece, displaying some remarkable physical agility. Each of the cast has an individuality but more often than not we only see the ensemble working as one machine. Whilst this isn’t a fault, it does distance us from any real emotional involvement.

The structure is perfect, though, for the simple plot. Basically, the eponymous gambler – Alexei – bets, wins, loses, promises to stop, then returns to the roulette table. The show fixes (fixates even) on this loop and we feel trapped within it. It is slightly disturbing and uncomfortable, a little too long, but ultimately powerful. Like the subject matter, the play itself lures us in then ensnares us. We breathe a sigh of relief when it is over but some part of us feels the temptation to give it another go. In that way it is extremely clever. It is a niche experience and will probably suffer from its narrow appeal, yet it is a vital and dramatic production that draws us out of our comfort zone. It might not be to everyone’s taste but it’s definitely worth taking a bet on.



THE GAMBLER

Coronet Theatre

Reviewed on 5th February 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Shotaro Ichihashi


 

 

 

 

THE GAMBLER

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LOST ATOMS

★★★★

Lyric Hammersmith

LOST ATOMS

Lyric Hammersmith

★★★★

“Sometimes quirky, often heartbreaking, but invariably mesmerising”

‘Your future self is watching you right now through your memories’. The quotation, which has wormed its way into meme status on social media, can be traced back to biomedical scientist Aubrey de Grey, but any free thinker could probably come up with a similar truism. But it does make you think – and, as a concept, it forms the backbone of Anna Jordan’s two hander “Lost Atoms”. Jordan takes it a step further and has these future memories interrupting the present and correcting where necessary. The play sets out to show how a couple’s perspective of their relationship can alter over time thanks to the conflicting memories of each character. The effect is a slightly unnerving, quite brilliant and riveting watch.

The couple is Jess (Hannah Sinclair Robinson) and Robbie (Joe Layton). The microscopic lens through which we witness their story is echoed by Andrzej Goulding’s striking set comprising a towering wall of filing cabinets, which plays with our perception of space as much as the narrative plays with time. Many times, we feel as though we are looking down from above as the back wall becomes the floor. Director Scott Graham has Sinclair Robinson and Layton crawl across the banks of drawers that slide in and out, defying gravity with ease. This is true ‘Frantic Assembly’ at its finest.

Step away from the main concept and its stylised representation, and what you have is a fairly conventional love story, albeit one with unexpectedly sad twists. The two performances are outstanding. There is an instant connection between Sinclair Robinson and Layton, further welded by a smouldering chemistry. The dialogue is easy going and often humorous until, of course, things go wrong. The second act finds us in darker territory – audible gasps can sometimes be heard from the auditorium. It seems that no stone is left unturned, as we draw closer to the love story’s conclusion, unearthing original thoughts on the themes of grief, loss, pregnancy, marriage, fidelity, aging. Other characters are skilfully introduced and made real through the silent gaps of one-sided conversations. Jess and Robbie are the only ones speaking but we can clearly hear the whole conversation in our heads.

But some of the strongest moments are the wordless ones, when the couple’s natural intimacy progresses to deep sensuality during moments of abstract choreography. With Simisolar Majekodunmi’s stark and shadowy lighting and Julie Blake’s atmospheric music, the actors again pay no attention to gravity. A bed unfolds like a drawbridge at an impossibly steep angle while the actors move with the vertiginous ease of geckos. The cabinet drawers contain not just props and costumes, but metaphors that are pulled out at pivotal moments to enhance the narrative flow.

Eventually talk turns to hopes for the future, which in turn blur into the couple’s memories. It seems that their dreams are as untrustworthy and insubstantial as their memories. Our memories often betray us, we are being told. “Fairy tales are bullshit” Jess exclaims. Jordan has given us a haunting perspective of a relationship’s arc. The only real flaw is that it does stretch it out somewhat, making for quite a long play, and a couple of scenes are difficult to follow acoustically – never mind the atoms; occasionally the actors’ words are lost in the soft-spoken moments of truth. Yet it is beautifully poetic and insightful. Messy at times. Sometimes quirky, often heartbreaking, but invariably mesmerising. Memory might be unreliable, but “Lost Atoms” is unforgettable.

 



LOST ATOMS

Lyric Hammersmith

Reviewed on 3rd February 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tristram Kenton 


 

 

 

 

LOST ATOMS

LOST ATOMS

LOST ATOMS